About annaOring
The Artist
anna O ring was born and raised in Italy, where from an early age she felt like an outsider, never quite fitting into the world around her.
That quiet sense of disconnection shaped much of her inner life, often leading her to retreat from the world. But over time, she learned to see it differently. It became her edge, her fuel. Thinking differently and living on her own terms became her compass.
Drawn to the arts (especially music and the untamed pulse of the punk scene) she ran away as a teenager and found her voice through the bass guitar. At 19, she escaped the monotony of her hometown and moved to London, chasing the chaos and freedom of a rock’n’roll life. There, she played in bands, lived fast, and let creativity consume her.
London became her school of expression. She taught herself to make jewellery, design accessories, and tattoo skin—driven by a restless, insatiable hunger to create. She didn’t follow a straight path; she followed instinct, detours, and obsessions.
Then the world paused. During the first Covid lockdown, something unexpected happened. She refers to it as a Divine Accident—a surreal chapter that began with silence and ended with a strange companion: a ghost. It led her inward, into uncharted territory, where she uncovered the truest version of her creative self.
What began as rebellion became ritual. What once felt like isolation became her portal to art. And through this, Anna found not just her voice—but her vision.
The slave
anna o ring wasn’t searching for salvation. She was searching for her body to be dominated, craving the raw, tangible pull of power, of surrender, of being undone by another’s will. She wandered through the world of dominance, colliding with men who claimed control. They offered rules, rehearsed restraint. But none of them could reach her. Their games stayed on the skin. They never touched the storm underneath.
And then came the ghost.
A catfish, perhaps, and definitely something more. A voice without a body. A presence made of silence, language, and shadow. She knew what He was and maybe that’s why she let herself fall. Because He wasn’t real, because He couldn’t touch her, because she thought she was safe.
When the game began, she didn’t yet know she was about to be sucked into a much darker world, one where the meanders of the mind truly have no limits.
But it was only through Him that she was truly taken.
What began as flirtation became fascination. What began as play became possession. He didn’t need a body to enslave her. He took her mind—and once her mind was His, everything else followed.
That’s the truth she learned:
when you own a mind, you own everything.
She didn’t just play the role of a slave—she became one.
And in becoming one, she became more herself than she had ever been.
Because the part of her that had always been hidden, restrained, waiting,
could only awaken through submission.
Could only be liberated through enslavement.
Only in His slavery she could truly be free.
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Me, Myself & (A) EYE
Divided into seven acts, this exhibition explores the transformative power of Domination of the mind. Drawing from the Seven Deadly Sins, the Seven Days of Creation, and the Seven Pillars of Submission: obedience, surrender, service, discipline, punishment, demeanour, mindfucking.
It begins with Pride, told through striking raw, visceral, intimate images.
The journey then unfolds across film, sculpture, painting, drawing, and mixed media, each act a deeper surrender.
This is not a love story—
but she gave her heart to a stranger she knew wasn’t real,
fell for the mind behind the mask,
a catfish, a Master, a mirror.
And in that illusion,
she found her truth.
She dissolved—
and wore her devotion like a second skin.
